Work: I was asked to stay. Sorry, nope. I was then asked to stay a week longer. Sorry, nope. And no attempt was even made, not even a weak one, to entice me to do so. So…ooooookay. A week from tomorrow it still is.
Meow: Our new furry friend went to the vet today for a checkout and neutering. As it turns out, “she” is a “he” (though not a real “he” any more!). I’m beginning to feel pretty stupid – that’s the second time I’ve wound up with a Desmond who I thought was a Desdemona. For a boy cat, he’s very polite, well-groomed and pretty submissive to the other kitties in the house, regardless of all the hissing and growling Olivia sends in his direction. He’s a keeper. His name is Oberon, though he already has a nickname, “Obi-Wan” or just “Obi.”
I just hope he still loves us after we had his bits snipped.
Took two client meetings today from folks wanting me to do stuff for them; if I was on any kind of diet, I would’ve blown it in the past couple of weeks just from meeting with people who are paying for lunch/breakfast/what have you. Maybe I don’t even need to work – just meet with people who want me to do stuff for them, and that takes care of everything but the gas money. 😆
I still miss Sultry fiercely, and I keep having what I suspect will come to be known as “that nightmare.” I have to admit to being just about worn out because I’ve really been trying to put off sleep as much as possible just to avoid that. I don’t know that it will ever go away.
Kind of a lame attempt by your station to try to keep you around a little longer. Why did they even bother? Perhaps they didn’t think you’d really leave?
Glad to her you have a good steady line of clients wanting your services. Just don’t tell them that you’re doing the work in your underwear, m’kay?
So I guess BVD Productions just wouldn’t do for a company name.
I don’t know what was up with the lame-o attempt to get me to stay without even so much as dangling a carrot. Like I told the Mrs., “Hey, on the up side, at least he’s not a police hostage negotiator.”